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Jedi of old, ancestors of the protectors of the Republic, they cried out to Elk, as real as the physical materials he walked on. He strode quickly through the hallowed halls of the Jedi Monastery of Tython, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was dressed in his typical grey robes, the cowl thrown up, concealing his hammerhead face, which concealed the light battledress he wore underneath. His large blue eyes gazed solemnly out of the shadow, his blue eyes a lone light in the darkness.
Elk felt the last wisps of sleepiness draining from his weary muscles; he called on the Force, feeling its warmth and power spreading over him like a warm blanket. Dumaw was secure in it's grasp as he headed to a training session with a completely new master. Elk knew he would need the strength and comfort only it could provide him.
Elk's feet slapped lightly against the cold stone, his feet clad only in comfortable bantha leather flip flops. His dual lightsabers rested reassuringly against his waist, attached to a utility belt secured around his midsection. Dumaw turned a corner, surprised to see he was this close to his new master's personal quarters. Elk pulled himself up to his full height, an imposing 7'2", and depressed the small tan button to the side, alerting the occupant he had arrived.
Elk recalled hearing that Adam Delenzik was a skilled combatant, a member of the Republic Marine Corps. He was a hardened war veteran, and skilled practitioner of the Force, and Elk wondered how that would translate into their training.
Jedi of old, ancestors of the protectors of the Republic, they cried out to Elk, as real as the physical materials he walked on. He strode quickly through the hallowed halls of the Jedi Monastery of Tython, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was dressed in his typical grey robes, the cowl thrown up, concealing his hammerhead face, which concealed the light battledress he wore underneath. His large blue eyes gazed solemnly out of the shadow, his blue eyes a lone light in the darkness.
Elk felt the last wisps of sleepiness draining from his weary muscles; he called on the Force, feeling its warmth and power spreading over him like a warm blanket. Dumaw was secure in it's grasp as he headed to a training session with a completely new master. Elk knew he would need the strength and comfort only it could provide him.
Elk's feet slapped lightly against the cold stone, his feet clad only in comfortable bantha leather flip flops. His dual lightsabers rested reassuringly against his waist, attached to a utility belt secured around his midsection. Dumaw turned a corner, surprised to see he was this close to his new master's personal quarters. Elk pulled himself up to his full height, an imposing 7'2", and depressed the small tan button to the side, alerting the occupant he had arrived.
Elk recalled hearing that Adam Delenzik was a skilled combatant, a member of the Republic Marine Corps. He was a hardened war veteran, and skilled practitioner of the Force, and Elk wondered how that would translate into their training.